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reynoldscrawnjob · 5 months

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Strong Chat's Group Sad

Strong Sad sat down at his desk in his room to discuss the topic at hand with his group.

“Hello, welcome to the “Depressio Therapy Sessio”, you’re all here because you were voted as the biggest Woobies on this very website.” Strong Sad announced, holding up an index finger.

“A worbie?” Coach Z questioned Strong Sad as Lil' Brudder, Reynold, and What’s Her Face also looked confused, while the New Paper came down with a question mark on it. Strong Sad sighed.

“It means everyone pities us and it’s easy to feel sorry for us. But who can blame them? We do go through a lot.” Strong Sad explained.

“Oh.” Everyone said, except the Paper who scrolled up, then down and the text on it said “Oh.”

“What is that new papes doing here anyway? I thought it dired.” Coach Z raised an eyebrow.

“I came back to life.” The New Paper read.

“Why am I even here?” Lil’ Brudder asked while standing on his one hind leg. “I can make it on my own, you don’t need to worry about me.”

“Awww….” The others cooed at Lil Brudder.

“See? Everyone just feels so sorry for me, but I can make it on my own. I want to be appreciated for being strong in spite of my condition, not because of it.” Lil Brudder scowled.

“Oh, sorry.” Strong Sad apologized. “But I see what you mean, being loved because of pity can be hard… Reynold. Would you like to go next?”

“I joined an evil organization because my original “hero” team mistreated me.” Reynold sighed. “It started out tolerable enough, I thought they treated me like a kid because they cared about me and wanted to protect me, but then I got sick of it and when I protested, they locked me in their office and rarely fed me.”

“Yeah… It can be hard being treated like the baby of the bunch but abused at the same time… What about you, What’s Her Face?” Strong Sad asked.

“Despite not being The Ugly One, I’m treated as the least good looking girl, no guy ever wants to date me.” What’s Her Face sighed, but then she smirked. “I admit though, it is nice to see Cheerleader suffer for mistreating me and the other girls.”

“Yeah, revenge can be sweet.” Strong Sad nodded. “Now-”

“Whart about me?” Coach Z waved his arms in eagerness. “We’ll get to you, be patient.” Strong Sad scolded. “New Paper?”

“I’d rather not talk about it.” The New Paper’s text read.

“Okay, I guess we can-” Strong Sad was interrupted by the New Paper scrolling down.

“But it all started when Strong Bad wanted to replace The Old Paper with me…” The New Paper showed its text again. By the time it was finished, everyone was asleep, except Strong Sad who was reading it with anticipation. “And in a moment of desperation, I betrayed Strong Bad and joined Homestar’s side… Too bad I was burned alive later…”

“Oh my…” Strong Sad’s eyes actually sparkled as they dared to shed tears. “Now, Coach Z and I debated for hours who had the most problems and we said we would have a vote by everyone else to see who would be picked last, since we both have long depressing stories… Most miserable goes last. So place your votes.”

Reynold held Coach Z’s name on a tabet, Lil Brudder clumsily held his name in a paper in his mouth, What’s Her Face had Strong Sad’s face written on her shirt, and The Paper had his name typed on its body.

“A tie huh? Guess we have to corllaborate.” Coach Z put his arm around Strong Sad. “Tell our stories together, at the same tirme.”

“Um, I think that’s all the time we have for today.” Strong Sad lifted his finger. “For our next session next week, we’ll talk about how our lives were ruined by a certain masked Wrestleman and what we shall do about it.” Strong Sad held up a sign that had Strong Bad’s face circled and crossed out in red.

“Um, I don’t even know Strong Bad that well.” Reynold told him. “But… I guess I’ll attend anyway.”

“Until next time.” Strong Sad waved at the camera.

One week later, Strong Sad, Coach Z, What’s Her Face, Reynold, Lil’ Brudder, and The New Paper were meeting once again.

“So, what should we tork about today?” Coach Z eagerly asked.

“Since you clearly forgot. We are going to plot against Strong Bad.” Strong Sad groaned.

“I can do it! I can do it twelve times!” What’s Her Face smiled. “I think that’s how the saying goes.”

“But Strange Bard helped me do a new number one jam!” Coach Z protested.

“Oh, right.” Strong Sad sighed. “You can stay out of this if you want.”

“Shore.” Coach Z shrugged.

“Anyone else backing out?” Strong Sad questioned.

“Strong Bad never really did anything to me.” Lil Brudder walked away.

“Me neither.” Reynold sighed.

“Anyone actually want to join or am I just going to do this on my own as usual?” Strong Sad grumbled.

“Nah, I’m tired of being killed.” What’s Her Face scowled.

“I have many reasons I’d like to join in.” The New Paper scrolled down with it’s text.

“And me too.” Reynold scoffed.

“I thought you backed out.” Strong Sad gasped.

“I did, but a few seconds ago…” Reynold waved his arms to signify a flashback.

“There you are, The Cheat! Go and get me a danish!” Strong Bad commanded when he saw Reynold. “And take off that ridiculous Reynold costume!”

“But I am Reynold.” Reynold whined. Strong Bad growled and then kicked Reynold with his foot, causing his glasses and tie to fall off.

“I can see why now.” Strong Sad told Reynold after the flashback ended. “Your like-ness to The Cheat may be useful anyway.”

“I love revenge and evil plans!” Reynold chuckled evilly, rubbing his stubby hands together, What’s Her Face laughed as well, and the New Paper read “hehehe”.

#homestar runner #cheat commandos #teen girl squad #coach z #Strong sad

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jeanskort · 2 years

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GIVE IT TO ME NOW

#i gasped when i saw roman’s lockscreen #awww brudders #roman roy #siobhan roy #shiv roy #gerri kellman #GERRI ALERT!!!#succession

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thehypercutstudios · 3 years

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Bww MoD Act Scene - The Gang meets a Duo of Key Mice

This is for my bww au called Masters of Disguises, so yeah big info is in here.

Anyway, here’s an act scene of Who is the Ratacker? Story where the gang meets two key mice, who knew about a magical brooch that is shaped like a mouse and what the gang is dealing with after the first encounter with Ratacker and his goons. So yeah, Enjoy!

*Scene cuts in what appears to be a battle that is done with the goons retreating from one of our heroes Cal, who has taken form of a Double Trouble thanks to the Mysterious Mouse like invader*

Cal (Thingamajig): That would teach those guys not to fool with Thingamajig and friends, if I ever see you guys again I will give Checkmate a different meaning! *laughs like a maniac, and then he calms down for a realization*…Did I just act like I am Some kid hyped up on sugar?

Attilio (ScramTumble): *tries to get up but cannot because of his eggshell* Yeah, *oof* that childish behavior is something you gotta get *uff!* used to. *He got lifted up behind by Bruce, who is in Itsy-Bitsy Elf* T-Thanks whoever help me up.

Bruce (Dustfuzz): You are welcome Attilio, even though I am small like a mouse, I do carry some strength.

Attilio (ScramTumble): *looks at Bruce* Oh there you are Bruce! I thought that you turned invisible and-

Cal (Thingamajig): Ohh my Goodness Gracious! Bruce’s an Adorable Mouse! *he grabs Bruce and starts to get lovey dovey on him like he found a cute puppy* Awww! Look at you! You are so Cute that I just Gotta *makes little gibberish noises*

Bruce (Dustfuzz): Cal Please! Stop it!

Attilio (ScramTumble): Cal! Your fingers are squishing him! *Then, Cal snaps out of his childish humor and lets go of Bruce*

Cal (Thingamajig): I am Sorry! I just do not know what just came over me!

Bruce (Dustfuzz): That’s alright Cal, we all learn from our mistakes and must learn to control our new personalities.

Leo (Geek Meek): *offscreen* Bruce’s right, *scene cuts to Leo who is in X-Ray Ape Form walking to the trio* according to my brain, I just realized and remembered that each form comes with a personality and the ones we are in right now can be hard to control, yet with enough Practice we can handle new personalities.

Cal (Thingamajig): Wow, you sounded smart like me! That is awesome! *clears throat to not get excited in a childish manner* Sorry about that, but anyway, we should get everyone here and discuss a plan. All we need is- *looks at the left and sees…* Eis! *scene cuts to Eis, who has peeked out from hiding* Yay! Eis just won a game of hide and seek! Hooray! *shakes head and clears throat* I mean, there you are.

Eis: Cal? Is that you? Why are you a Double Trouble?

Cal (Thingamajig): I was wondering the same thing, I was using my King Piece brooch to turn into Royal Pain and all of the sudden, I got turn into Thingamajig instead! I mean, What the heck is up with my brooch?!

Attilio (ScramTumble): Same with my Turtle Shell Earrings, but I got turned into a Lucky Egg!

Lucy (Destructive Diva): and so did our other Stones of Forms, *scene cuts to the remaining inhabitants getting to the conversation* but how did this happen? Why didn’t we turn into the costumes that resembled the jewelry?

Haoyu (Cactus Critter): How come when I used the Leg Warmers I didn’t turn into Bat-Boy?! If this is a prank, I will prank them back!

Cal (Thingamajig): I do not know…I was wondering the same thing.

??? (Brooklyn Accent): Perhaps we can help out what is your issues.

Jose (Gourd Guardian): who said that?

??? (Italian Accent): We did-a, you Poompkin Pooncher.

*scene cuts to the inhabitants looking behind then and there they see Two Key Mices, one being short and chubby with a Brown Newspaper Boy Hat, and a Brooklyn accent, the other being skinny and long with a plaid scarf and a Italian accent* *scene cuts to Cass who is her box Fox form yelps and turns into a box*

Cal (Thingamajig): Oh Shoot! Rats! *flails his arms around like crazy as a ghost like creature starts to come out of him with a flamethrower*

??? (Brooklyn Accent): Hey hey, we don’t want any trouble ok, or what? And yuh shouldn’t be startled now. Yuh got me so fahr?

???: (Italian Accent) Fratello RRRick is-a rrright-a, as a Double Trrrouble if you get prrrovoked-a, yourrr clone wil-l get violent!

Rick: I agreed wit' my Brudder Tony here.

Cal (Thingamajig): *calms down as it gets Back into him* Sorry about that, it’s just that-

Rick: Your first time bein' a Double Trouble? Yeah, we heard you.

Cal (Thingamajig): *shocked* Wait, how did you know that?

Tony: Me and my Fratello woie watching you fight against de goons and you woie aving trrrouble with yourrr new forrrms.

Rick: And dat attackuh reminds us of our species back in de Valley of Doawhs.

Eis: Huh, no wonder why the attacker looks like Key Mice…but why did he sound familiar?

Fiona (Sea Pearl): Key Mice? I heard about those costumes, they are mice with keys for tails.

Tony: Tat is-a Correcto, Signorina.

Rick: And we Key Mice know about every Costume Species and de Jewelry dat has de stones of fawhms in dem.

Sana (Blizzard Thing): so if you knew about this, then can you tell us why did our jewelry malfunction and give us different costumes?

Rick: Sawhry, we didn’t have a clue becawze we were too busy peekin' and hidin' durin' de battle. Right?

Tony: Si. Tat rrreminds me, did any of you ave seen a brrrooch tat is-a shaped like a mouse?

*scene cuts to everyone looking at each other for answers until…*

Cal (Thingamajig): *he is on a desk for some reason* Oh! Oh! I do! I do! Pick me! Pick me!

Tony: you do? Please tel-l oos-a, Sig Soorrresh. *Scene cuts to a close up of Thingamajig which the desk is gone now, weird*

Cal (Thingamajig): Well, back when I was fighting with my own battle technique, *scene shows a flashback of the Battle where Thingamajig is fighting like a intellectual does and he saw something on Ratacker’s Chest; the Mouse Brooch* I saw something on the invader’s chest, it looked like some sort of mouse but dark purple. *flashback ends with a zoom-out close-up of Thingamajig* it’s like the mouse is a brooch or something, I wasn’t paying attention because I got punched by a Big shadowy Double Trouble.

*scene cuts to the two key mice gasping in shock*

Rick: Could it be, or what?

Tony: I’m Afrrraid so, boot ow cano tis be?

Rick: Yeah, I thought dat he stole it away from Sandman!

Eis: What are you talking about?

Emma (Baroness Blades): and who is this he you speak of?

*scene cuts to the two Mice looking at each other and then they look at the inhabitants*

Tony: De e we speak of is-a none other tano-a…

Rick: De Boogeyman.

*scene cuts to everyone gasping*

Everyone: The Boogeyman?!

Leo (Geek Meek): I knew it! He must have corrupted the mouse brooch so he can negatize the Victim that got turned into the attacker who ambushed us with goons and I bet he is the one who turned us into this.

Rick: Dat’s Cawhrect, Monkey Boy.

Tony: And also too chaotic too, if it gets into de wrrrong ands!

Eis: what do you mean?

Rick: Oh boy how do we break into dis, or what? Yuh see, de Mouse Cal saw on de rat Nega boss was de mouse Brooch. Right?

Tony: Si.

Iben (Freeze-Dragon): and What does the Mouse Brooch do?

Tony: It al-lows de wearrroi to toorrrn into a key mouse.

Rick: And as a Key Mouse, yuh have de ability of gainin' accesses tuh random areas when needed.

Haoyu (Cactus Critter): wow, that is good for pranks- I mean, secret getaways.

Tony: Si, boot it cano also cano be morrre tano tat.

Rick: It can be also effective tuh Costume Crystals and Stones of Fawhms, which manipulates dem tuh make different costumes.

Tony: And it should not be a prrroblem to toorrrn back to norrrmal-a.

*scene cuts to Cal aka Thingamajig with the others as he steps in*

Cal (Thingamajig): Let me try it out, I wanted to turn back into a human so I can do gentlemanly things and be smart again! *closes eyes* Quad Cannon! Game’s Over! *nothing happened* Am I back?

Yuri (Friendly Mummy): Maybe do what Lucy says when she is turning back to normal.

Cal (Thingamajig): Oh Ok, that makes sense. Double Trouble, Back to Original! *nothing happened…again* did that work? *opens his eyes and looks* Oh Come On! *Rick gets to Cal’s Brooch* Why isn’t it working? *scene cuts to Rick looking at the brooch, which he sees a Lock symbol on it*

Rick: Oh dear, I tink I have found de problem. Ya' dig?

Cal (Thingamajig): What is it? Did I dent it? Did it cracked? And how can I dig with no shovel?!

Rick: It appears dat your jewelries have gone into costume lock mode.

Attilio (ScramTumble): our stones of forms have a lock mode?

Tony: No, boot it is-a what we fearrred of what ap-pens to de brrrooch if it gets into de wrrrong ands.

Rick: Yuh see, when a Stone of fawhm gets cawhrupted, de powers of it will altuh and be different from de regular. Ya' dig? In dat case, it can gain access tuh your Stones of fawhms, malfuncshuns dem, and locks it so de wearuh do not turn back into human again. Okay?

Cass (Cube Pup): You Mean we are going to stay like this forever?!

Rick: Not exactly, de only way tuh turn back tuh nawhmal is tuh purify de Mouse Brooch and its wearuh.

Tony: Which it is-a in de ands of de Negatized Victim-a.

Leo (Geek Meek): and according to my newfound calculations, the Rat could be anywhere in this theater which his Location is unknown.

*everyone groans in disappointment*

Yuri (Friendly Mummy): how do we find him? and how to find me when I cannot Control my new powers since I cannot snap my fingers?

Rick: *looks at the spot Yuri is on* Well, Invisible People can also clap deir hands if dey cannot snap deir fingers, try dat.

Yuri (Friendly Mummy): Ok then. *claps hands and she is back to visible as she looks at herself* oh wow, it works. Thanks!

Haoyu (Cactus Critter): But where is this Madman of a Keymaster at anyway? I wanna prank him so bad! *scene cuts to Eis thinking after the words Key and Man is heard and then…*

Eis: Guys! I think I found out who is the rat looking attacker, it must have been Dan Dennis! *everyone looks at him*

Tony: You know im?

Eis: Yeah, he works at my workplace and he is a Locksmith, something Must have happened to him that caused him to become a Nega boss!

Rick: So dat’s why yuh menshun dat de Ratackuh sounds familiar. Okay?

Cal (Thingamajig): well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go find this Ratacker and make him pay! *shakes head* I mean, turn us back to normal and purify the negatized mouse brooch!

Tony: Aspettare! You cano-not go face de Rrratackoi in a smal-l grrroup-a, e wil-l manipoolate yourrr stones of forrrms to make you toorrrn into a dif-foient costoomes you cano-not andle!

Leo (Geek Meek): Tony does have a point, I remembered that The Ratacker looks like a cyborg and cyborgs have better intelligence, the glass eye of his can track anyone who has a stone of form down, unless we can get another group to make his glass eye not track down our jewelries easily.

Rick: Hey, I like de sound of de idea of anudder group of costumes as a distracshun tuh de ratackuh’s special eye, yuh might be onto somethin' Kid! Okay?

Tony: Si Fratello!

Everyone: *agrees with Leo*

Cal (Thingamajig): even though I am still my clever self, Leo does make a good point as a X-Ray Ape! Maybe you can be my substitute for now.

Leo (Geek Meek): Thanks Mister Suresh, and I would love to be your substitute for your smartness until we are back to being normal humans again! *he and Thingamajig shakes hands, which Thingamajig shakes like crazy* Uhhh Caaaaal yoooou caaaaan stop noooow! *Cal stops and lets go of Leo’s Hand*

Cal (Thingamajig): Sorry.

Rick: Alright everyone, I will get de map of de deatuh so we can track down de Ratackuh while Tony here will gadder some costumes tuh help us! Okay?

Everyone: Ok!

Tony: Bellisimo! Tat sounds-a good, Fratello. I wil-l get some costoomes to elp oos out on tis case! *uses his key on a area and it opens a door* torno subito! *steps in the door and closes*

Yuri (Friendly Mummy): What did he say?

Rick: He says dat he will be right back in Greaser.

Leo (Geek Meek): Which greaser is a Brooklyn slang for Italian.

Yuri (Friendly Mummy): Wow, interesting! But do you think Eis will be ok?

Jose (Gourd Guardian): Yup, I am sure he will, he has faced one of his friend when he was Negatized to a bulldog monster, maybe he can face his friend who got turn into a Key Mouse Nega Boss.

*scene cuts to Eis holding and looking at the key Ratacker dropped and it shows the key*

Eis: Hang in there Dan, we are coming.

*End of Act scene*

#Balan Wonderworld #bww #balanposting #bww au #bww MoD #bww masters of disguises #Balan Wonderworld au

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sunnysviolin · 3 years

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Talking about pizza but not hanging out with your brudder 💔💔💔💔

Awww babby!!! I’m sorry I’m writing rn and if I go on the discord I’m never gonna get anything done 👀👀👀 but maybe if someone sent me a prompt I might write it immediately for that someone because I’m love him sm

#hollow send me a prompt challenge #pizza discourse #I was gonna joke #and say I don’t talk to pizza haters #but I COULDNT do that #not to you 😂😂#mr-random-artist #asks

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theworldiswhispering · 3 years

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Awww are you ready for a little brudder or sister? NO STOP LICKING THE OUTLET

#my former roommate #talking to her cat

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soulsxng--a · 4 years

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“Me next! Me pwease, I gotta stowy!” The little one that hopped up sometime later had been sleeping on his brother’s lap up until now. Waving his arms excitedly until Aro laughed and told him that he could tell the next story if he wanted to.

“Okay! I’m Annie, an’ this is my big brudder Awki, an’ dis’a one is my Seffie! An’ I’m gonna tell a stowy! It’s fo’ show’n tell, but with this big, big, big fire!”

Most of his babbling is fairly incoherent, either because he was speaking so quickly out of excitement, or because he was mostly talking into the fire, as opposed to the people around it. Sef and Alkaid had to take turns pulling him back by the shirt or pants when he would wander too close to the blaze.

From what could be made out, however, he was telling a story about how he was learning magic. “An’! An’ I’m gonna be so stwong! Stwong enough that I pwotect evwybody! Even you, an’ you, an’ you!” He points to a few people around the group, and low chuckling and “awww”s can be heard from those listening.

“I show you! This is a taste! But I dunno why, buhcause Seffie says you can’t eat it, so you just watch, okay? Hewe, I do it!”

Brows furrow deeply, and Annie wiggles about a bit, planting his feet on the ground and clenching his fists tightly as he tried to concentrate. It’s quiet for a minute or so, before the child does a little hop, and his hands shoot up above his head-- little sparkles of magic bursting from his fingertips.

...And right into the fire. The flames bursting up into the sky like a pillar as Sef yanked Annie out of the way at the last second, laughing as Annie whooped and hollered from his new place in the Horseman’s lap.

“I did it! Seffie, I did a big magic! Did you see it? Awki, you see it?!”

“We saw it, buddy...you have to be more careful though; that could have hurt some--”

“You did so good, I’m so proud of you! That was super big magic, wasn’t it~? That must have been really hard!”

Alkaid just sighs, looking around the fire sheepishly to make sure everyone was okay. When it didn’t seem like anybody was hurt, let alone upset about what had happened, the Astrecid finally smiled a little, and rolled his eyes. Reaching out to ruffle the younger star’s hair.

“...Okay yeah, that was pretty cool...good job, Annie.”

“Yeah~! I do good!”

#~Ativere's Spring Festival~#~Side Muse: Antares~#~The Dying Star ALKI~#~They Say One Life is Worth Another SEF~#(A cute and chaotic family =w=)

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pizzas-will-rule-the-world · 5 years

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awww yeah!! how about something with davey? fluff or angst your choice :)

Thank you for the prompt and sorry I didn’t post it until now!!

Word count: 1600 ish

Ships: None

Genre: A bit hurt/comfort I guess? Kinda

Era: Canon

Tags: Badly written accents tbh

Becoming friends with a gang of newsboys was not as simple as Davey would have thought a couple of months ago.

He hadn’t reflected on it too much in the beginning since they all had been caught up in the euphoria of winning the strike. He remembered it vividly, all of their relieved and shocked faces when they had been brought the news that they could go back to work. The cheers. The hugging. No one had left Davey out, of course not. He had been as much a part of it as any of the others. They had celebrated and laughed and cheered, and he had gone home with a soft smile on his face and looking forward to the prospect of going back to work the next morning.

But as the weeks passed he started to notice a shift in attitude. Nothing big. Casual but meaningful smirks shared by the newsies when Davey came to the circulation gate one morning. A clap on the shoulder that could have been a friendly gesture but felt a little too harsh and reminded him a little too much of getting knocked down by the police. And a lot of jokes made on his expense that he had no choice but to smile through.

“Heya Dave, joining us today?” The smile on Mush’s face was kind, but Davey couldn’t help hearing a certain bite to the words. Blink was standing beside him, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

“Uh, yeah,” Davey answered and glanced around the crowd of boys waiting for the morning paper. “It’s, well… Sunday, so…”

“No school?” Blink asked, and what was that look he gave Mush? Like they were having a conversation with no words needed? Something twisted in Davey’s stomach and he glanced down at his feet.

It was true he didn’t sell with the newsies every day anymore; his dad had gone back to work, so the sons of the Jacobs’ family were officially back in school. Coming back to routine and the same old faces had felt safe, but if he was being honest, kind of boring at the same time. He looked forward to the sundays spent with the newsies more and more for every week passing.

He only shrugged as an answer to Blink before Wiesel appeared and the group of boys lined up to buy their papes.

The next week it was Jack. Everything had been great so far. The weather was nice and lots of people were out and about, so by lunchtime Davey had almost got rid of all his papes. He had just leaned back against a building for a short break when Jack strolled up to him. His bag was carelessly slung over his shoulder and, not to Davey’s surprise, empty.

“You good?” Jack asked and stopped next to him.

Davey hummed and closed his eyes. “Just resting for a minute,” The brick wall was warm against his back.

“Resting, huh?” Jack elbowed him in the ribs. “Good, people will need a break from seeing your ugly mug.” He laughed and nudged Davey again, who opened his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows.

When he finished selling his last pape a few hours later, the sun was beginning to set. October was approaching, and with it a promise of colder nights and rainy days, but for now there was still a mildness in the breeze and birds happily chirping despite the late hour. Davey started the walk back to his family’s apartment. His feet ached, and he felt the exhaustion in every bone of his body, but that was not the sole reason why he walked slow with a deeply furrowed brow. There was a twist in his stomach that he could not get rid of.

He was still a good few minutes from the lodging house, so he didn’t even realize he was crossing Duane Street until a voice caught his attention. “Oh, hiya Davey!”

He glanced up and came face to face with Crutchie. In the gloomy evening light his clothes all looked the same shade of gray, and his freckles that were usually so prominent on his face now started to fade as the sun shone less and less every day. He was still grinning, though, leaning on his crutch with one hand and carrying his bag in the other.

“Hey, Crutch,” Davey said and forced himself to smile back. “Good day?”

“Yeah,” he said and nodded. “Sold all my papes. That headline about that kidnapped gal really made it easier. You going to the lodging house?”

Davey glanced down the street and then shook his head. “I don’t think so. I’m… Uh, pretty tired.”

Crutchie raised his eyebrows. “Okay. You good?”

The rattle of a carriage made Davey jump. He was so used to the sounds of the city he sometimes tuned them out until they surprised him at the worst times. When he turned back to Crutchie, he shook his head again. “I’m fine, thank you.”

Crutchie didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds, before shrugging. “If you say so.” He turned to walk down Duane Street in the direction of the lodging house. “But if you need-”

Without knowing why, Davey suddenly moved and sized a hold of Crutchie’s shirt before he could walk away. “Wait!”

Crutchie, who hadn’t expected the pull, wobbled on the spot for a second before regaining his balance. “Damn, Davey,” he muttered and smoothed out his shirt, which was already so rumpled it didn’t make a difference. “You about to scare the living daylights outta me.”

“Sorry,” Davey said, feeling a rush of warmth shoot through his body. He made sure Crutchie was standing steadily on the ground before he let go. He chewed on his lip before continuing. “Uh, okay, I might have a problem.”

Crutchie straightened up and turned his full body towards Davey. “What’s wrong?”

Davey hesitated for a moment. “I, uh, sometimes, feel like…” The words were having trouble coming out of his mouth. It was like they got stuck somewhere between his throat and tongue. “...Like the newsies, ah… Don’t, like me?”

Crutchie stared at him in silence for a long moment before his lips quirked into a smirk. “The newsies?” he asked, an eyebrow raised so high it almost disappeared behind his fringe. “Like, the Duane Street newsies?”

“Yes.”

A laugh escaped his mouth and he shook his head in disbelief. “Who are you talking about? Who don’t like you, Dave?”

Davey felt a little taken aback by the teasing tone of voice. “Well, I… I don’t know!” he exclaimed, feeling the frustration seeping through into his voice. “You all always laugh at me, or insult me, or uh, make me feel like I’m stupid for not knowing anything about selling-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Crutchie said and held up one hand in surrender. The smile had slipped off his face. “Davey, I didn’t mean it like that. Have anyone said anything to you?”

Davey hesitated for a second. Was he throwing his friends under the bus by telling Crutchie? Somehow, it felt like a violation of trust. Though, of course, Crutchie himself was more than aware of the unspoken rules of the newsboys. Would he have asked if he though Davey would get in trouble with the others for telling?

“Uh, it’s just…” Davey wet his lips. “Mush, and, um… Blink, they said…”

Crutchie nods slowly. “Looked at each other like they knows a secret that you ain’t?” Davey nodded numbly. “You go to school, Dave. You might actually have a future, with a good job. It’s more than you can say for many of us.” Nothing in Crutchie’s voice felt self deprecating, but Davey still glanced down at his bum leg. He caught himself and quickly looked up again. If Crutchie had noticed he didn’t say anything. “If I’m right, they’s jealous, plain and simple. Teasing you about being in school is just them hiding that.” When Davey didn’t say anything, he sighed and changed his grip on his crutch. “Look, I knows it can seem strange, but that don’t mean they don’t like you. You’ve ever seen Race and Albert talking? You can think they hate each other by the way they insult one another, but they’s best friends.”

“But-”

“Nah,” Crutchie said with lots of conviction. “They don’t hate you. Many times it’s the opposite, teasing you means they like you.”

“But why?”

He shrugged. “Why not? It’s all for fun.”

Davey put his hands into his pockets. “I know I’m not like the others, and I know that might make the others treat me differently…”

Crutchie quirked his head to the side. “Like I said, maybe that’s a part of it. Maybe it’s because you have a family. And you’re smart, and you go to school. It’s easier to tease people who they’s jealous of,” He glanced behind Davey, down the street. “Or maybe it ain’t got nothing to do with you at all.”

Davey felt a little taken aback. “You… You think so?”

Crutchie grinned. “I’m just sayin’, don’t worry about it. Look, I gotta go before curfew.” He clapped Davey’s shoulder and started hobbling past. “See ya next sunday,” he called out and then disappeared in the dark.

Davey stared after him for a moment, before turning and starting to walk home. Maybe Crutchie had been right, after all. Maybe it was all in his head. He continued through the city, walking past houses and streets on his way home. The money he had earned that day was clinking happily in his pocket. After a few minutes a small smile spread across his face, and the knot in his stomach loosened slightly.

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